Finished Folds (41—60)
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5three quarters of the way through a lid of Peruvian Pale. The solution. Yes. All he had to do was... What? What? It had been right there and now it was a hole in his mind. He
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7"CTHULHU FTHGEN". Jesse winced. Nothing added up because this wasn't real. He was trapped again in a cliche, his foot trapped in a trope. He needed to reboot, to reset his
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6that a miracle might happen. Might. With the blood leaking from his wound, he traced the words on the walls of his cell and made the signs. Did the floor rumble? A glow
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3in my innocent fascination with the discarded detritus of the famous. I share my collection with no one, and speak about it not. But I dream. I dream of my grail. She
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1"You said we'd be gone only a few minutes!" I shouted to the TARDIS. He's gone, I'm here and must again face the world. My folds have gone stale, my fans all dead. I fear that
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3scared the crap out of me. It was not how I wanted to die. I raised my hands in supplication and slowly backed away, but the figure walked through shadows towards me. I began to
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1Ever since the Equality of Muggles and Wizards Act has passed commons, such things had become too common. The trucker patted his Glock. "Soon, baby, soon," he said with a smile.
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3We spend the nights making our posters, "No Keds for Reds" (in both English and Friulian) and pasting them on walls all over the city. History is on our side. We shall prevail.
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5had sold out to the elephants long ago, and they were determined to stop Tarzan at any cost. Nkima was easily bribed with an interest in an offshore banana boat. He discouraged
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6hoot with the horn section as the band swung into it's famous medley of Death Cab for Cutie hits. Small children left their parents at the curb and joined the parade, waving flags
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6Perry White settled in at his desk at the Daily Planet and poured himself a stiff bourbon -- three fingers, no ice. He thought about how he had pimped out Lois to get the story of
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10The little cubs all drowned. And that, Goldilocks, is why you must stay home, even when I go out and Uncle Bert stays with you. And you must do whatever he says. Goldi shook her
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5I stared at the blinking lights and arm-thick clusters of cables. This was the brain. I armed and threw two grenades into the server racks, then dove behind a desk. The boom
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3matching her belt and the stripes across her shoulders and down her arms. This was the uniform of the anti-Fidoists, and she held the rank of major. Fido watched from the bench
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2they didn't find the usual thrill. Duran pulled out his iPad and started watching Barbarella. He liked to jack off watching Jane Fonda in the tickling machine. Even that was
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5From my usual table in th back corner of the Starbucks. I looked over my MacBook at the hipsters and breeder moms and resumed work on my manifesto, "Greed, God, and
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6I can be freed of my pitcher, my smile, and the constant condensate drips. The world drank the Kool-Aid this time and they're all dead, all but me. It is my time to
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5Ze girls they don't care about the meat as long as it's well done." That Dr. Ruth, she cracks me up. But I was still worried about my singed man parts as the evening progressed.
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3He couldn't get past the first level of Angry Birds. Karen looked backed at him, once, as she went out the door -- which she didn't even bother to close. He called to her,
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4scripts. One freakin' film class at USC and suddenly this hung and 'stached porn star was an auteur. They had only enough to rent the motel room for two days and one fluffer.